Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 16 Sep 24 - 11:29 AM

Last Monday, Jim Lucas sang "Ličko Kolo - Pjevaj mi, pjevaj, sokole"

About kolo (dance) Wikipedia.
About ličko kolo (Silent Kolo): Folkdance Footnotes, The Society of Folk Dance Historians (SFDH), Vitrifolk

PJEVAJ MI, PJEVAJ, SOKOLE (Croatian*) 1 Pjevaj mi, pjevaj, sokole Šalaj sokole 2 K'o što si sinoč pjevao Šalaj pjevao 3 Pod moje drage pendžerom Šalaj pendžerom 4 Moja je draga zaspala Šalaj zaspala 5 Studen joj kamen podmako Šalaj podmako 6 Ja sam joj kamen izmako Šalaj izmako 7 A svoju ruku podmako Šalaj podmako

LIČKO KOLO - SING FOR ME; SING, FALCON an approximate translation 1 Sing for me; sing, Falcon. 2 As you sang last night. 3 Under my love's window. 4 My love was sleeping. 5 Hard was the stone underneath [her head]. 6 I took away the stone. 7. And I placed my own arm underneath.

*Google Translate gives the language as Croatian. The translation into Serbian is slightly different but a part of Serbia speaks the Croatian variety of the language. For those interested in the language(s) of the area, read Wiki article about Serbo-Croatian.

Recording by Dobrivoje Pavlica
Recording by Zlatko Pejakovi?
Live rendition by a men choir at 5:30 -a concert well worth to listen (1:05:11)
"Pjevaj mi sokole" Bethsnotes sheet music



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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 16 Sep 24 - 02:10 PM

"Sur la route de Dijon" is a military march from the 17th or 18th century, which became very popular in France in the 19th century. It was taken up by the military during the colonial wars.
The children's version generally removes the verse "Parait que tout le bataillon/La belle digue di/La belle digue don/Consola la Marjolaine" because of the bawdy nature of this passage, as you can hear in this rendition
Tradition has it that this is the Sainte-Anne Fountain, which was once outside the Dijon urban area and formed a charming stream that flowed into the Ouche river (tributary to the Saône, itself a tributary to the Rhône).

SUR LA ROUTE DE DIJON (French) [Sur la route de Dijon, La belle, diguedi, la belle, diguedon,] (x2) Il y avait une fontaine, la diguedondaine, Il y avait une fontaine, aux oiseaux, aux oiseaux. [Près d'elle un joli tendron La belle, diguedi, la belle, diguedon] (x2) Pleurait comme une madeleine, la diguedondaine, Pleurait comme une madeleine, aux oiseaux, aux oiseaux Par là passe un bataillon…. Qui chantait à perdre haleine, la diguedondaine... Belle, comment vous nomme-t-on ? On me nomme Marjolaine.. Marjolaine c'est un doux nom, S'écria-t-un capitaine... Marjolaine qu'avez-vous donc ? Messieurs j'ai beaucoup de peine... Paraît que tout l' bataillon, Consola la Marjolaine... Si vous passez par Dijon, Allez boire à la fontaine...

ON THE ROAD TO DIJON [On the road to Dijon, The beauty, diguedi, the beauty, diguedon,] (x2) There was a fountain, the diguedondaine There was a fountain, to/with birds, to/with birds [By it a pretty young girl The beauty, diguedi, the beauty, diguedon,] (x2) Was crying her eyes out, la diguedondaine, Was crying her eyes out, to birds, to birds A battalion passed by, Singing breathlessly, the diguedondaine... Beauty, what do they call you? They call me Marjolaine "Marjolaine is a sweet name", A captain exclaimed… Marjolaine what's wrong with you/what ails you? Gentlemen, I am in great sorrow/grief... People say that the whole battalion, Consoled Marjolaine... If you pass by Dijon, Go drink from the fountain...

"diguedi, diguedon, la diguedondaine" have no meaning.
Recording by Les Quatre Barbus et Lucienne Vernay
Sur la route de Dijon YouTube page.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 23 Sep 24 - 02:32 PM

DAUNA DE LA MAISON (Occitan -Gascon dialect) Adishatz, dauna de la maison, Lo topin, la culhèra e lo caudron, Ont ei la vòsta hilha Lo topin e la gran' grilha. Sabètz pas perqué e soi vienut? Lo topin, la culhèra, lo bisagut, Pr'evs demandar Catrina Lo topin e la terrina. Catrina e's marida pas d'enguan, Lo topin, la culhèra, lo cuu deu can, Que n'ei tròp soenhoseta* Lo topin e l'escauheta. Ont es lo mèste de la maison Lo topin, la culhèra e lo caudron Ont es anat lo mèste? Lo topin e la casseta Lo mèste qu'es entau mercat Lo topin, la culhèra e lo grand plat Crompar 'n sac de vaishèra Lo topin e la caudèra E quan lo mèste qu'es arribat Lo topin, la culhèra e lo gran plat Qu'am lo galant de Catrina Lo topin e la terrina Li èi dit "Catrina 's marida pas, Lo topin, la culhèra et lo gran plat, Que n'es tròp soenhoseta * Lo topin e l'escauhèta Era que hèi nòsta foncion Lo topin la culhèra e lo caudron Que'ns lava la vaishèra Lo topin e l'escudèra Era que hèi nòsta foncion Lo topin la culhèra e lo caudron Com' hèi sa prauba mèra Lo topin e l'escudèra.

MISTRESS OF THE HOUSE Good morning, mistress of the house, The pot, the spoon and the caldron, Where is your daughter, The pot and the large grill Don't you know why I've come? The pot, the spoon, the adze, To ask you for Catherine[to marry her], The pot and the oven dish Catherine won't marry this year, The pot, the spoon, the dog ass, For she's too diligent, The pot and the bed warmer/warming pan. Where is the master of the house? The pot, the spoon and the caldron, Where has the master gone? The pot and the ladle. The master has gone to the market The pot, the spoon and the large dish To buy a bag of tableware, The pot and the kettle And when the master arrived The pot, the spoon and the large dish, Here's Catherine's beau, (lit. "we have C.'s beau") The pot and the oven dish I told him "Catherine won't marry, The pot, the spoon and the large dish For she's too diligent, The pot and the bed warmer/warming pan. She does our service, The pot, the spoon and the caldron, She washes the tableware for us The pot and the bowl, She does our service, The pot, the spoon and the caldron, Like her poor mother does, The pot and the bowl.

This is the original word that can be found in a version of the song collected in 1912 in La chanson populaire et la vie rurale des Pyrénées à la Vendée by Sylvian Trébucq and spelled "soignousette". You can hear it sung now as "sen-yausépe" (or the like) as was collected by Félix Arnaudin (1844-1921) in his "Chansons populaires de la Grande Lande, t 2" that was still unpublished when he died and was first published in 1970 (so unavailable online). The words have no meaning per se and can only be the result of a mishearing of "soignousette" (pronounced /swεɲuzεtə/ -something like "swenyoozehteh"), a Gascon diminutive of the French "soigneuse" (diligent, meticulous, careful) written in French spelling norm.
So, the masters wouldn't allow Catrina to get married because they'd have lost a too good housemaid!

Recording by Rosina de Pèira e Martina

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 30 Sep 24 - 02:30 PM

LILY (French) © 1977 Pierre Perret (1934 - ) On la trouvait plutôt jolie, Lily Elle arrivait des Somalies, Lily Dans un bateau plein d'émigrés Qui venaient tous de leur plein gré Vider les poubelles à Paris Elle croyait qu'on était égaux, Lily Au pays d'Voltaire et d'Hugo, Lily Mais, pour Debussy, en revanche Il faut deux noires pour une blanche Ça fait un sacré distinguo Elle aimait tant la liberté, Lily Elle rêvait de fraternité, Lily Un hôtelier, rue Secrétan Lui a précisé, en arrivant Qu'on ne recevait que des Blancs Elle a déchargé des cageots, Lily Elle s'est tapée les sales boulots, Lily Elle crie pour vendre des choux-fleurs Dans la rue, ses frères de couleur L'accompagnent au marteau-piqueur Et quand on l'appelait Blanche-Neige, Lily Elle se laissait plus prendre au piège, Lily Elle trouvait ça très amusant Même s'il fallait serrer les dents Ils auraient été trop contents Elle aima un beau blond frisé, Lily Qui était tout prêt à l'épouser, Lily Mais, la belle-famille lui dit "Nous n'sommes pas racistes pour deux sous Mais on veut pas de ça chez nous" Elle a essayé l'Amérique, Lily Ce grand pays démocratique, Lily Elle aurait pas cru sans le voir Que la couleur du désespoir Là-bas, aussi ce fût le noir Mais, dans un meeting à Memphis, Lily Elle a vu Angela Davis, Lily Qui lui dit "viens, ma petite sœur" "En s'unissant, on a moins peur" "Des loups qui guettent le trappeur" Et c'est pour conjurer sa peur, Lily Qu'elle lève aussi un poing rageur, Lily Au milieu de tous ces gugus Qui foutent le feu aux autobus Interdits aux gens de couleur Mais, dans ton combat quotidien, Lily Tu connaîtras un type bien, Lily Et l'enfant qui naîtra, un jour Aura la couleur de l'amour Contre laquelle on ne peut rien On la trouvait plutôt jolie, Lily Elle arrivait des Somalies, Lily Dans un bateau plein d'émigrés Qui venaient tous de leur plein gré Vider les poubelles à Paris

LILY They found her quite pretty, Lily She came from Somalia, Lily In a boat full of immigrants Who all came of their own free will To empty the trash in Paris She believed we were all equal, Lily In the land of Voltaire and Hugo, Lily But, for Debussy, on the other hand Two black (notes) are needed to make a white (note) That's quite a difference She loved freedom so much, Lily She dreamed of brotherhood, Lily A hotelkeeper on Secrétan street Made it clear to her upon arrival That only white people were accepted She unloaded crates, Lily She took on the dirty jobs, Lily She shouts to sell cauliflowers In the street, her brothers of color Accompany her with a jackhammer And when they called her Snow White, Lily She fell no more for the trap, Lily She found it very funny Even if she had to grit her teeth They would have been too happy She loved a handsome curly blond, Lily Who was ready to marry her, Lily But the in-laws told him We're not racist in the slightest But we don't want that in our family. She tried America, Lily This great democratic country, Lily She wouldn't have believed if she hadn't seen it That the color of despair Was black there too But, at a meeting in Memphis, Lily She saw Angela Davis, Lily Who told her 'come, my little sister By uniting, we are less afraid Of the wolves that stalk the trapper And to ward off her fear, Lily She also raises a defiant fist, Lily In the midst of all these clowns Who set fire to buses Forbidden to people of color. But in your daily struggle, Lily You will meet a good guy, Lily And the child who will be born, one day Will have the color of love Against which nothing can be done They found her quite pretty, Lily She came from Somalia, Lily In a boat full of immigrants Who all came of their own free will To empty the trash in Paris

1979's live rendition by Pierre Perret
2015's live rendition by Back to Index

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 07 Oct 24 - 02:16 PM

BERCEUSE POUR UN PETIT LOUPIOT (1975 French) Guy Thomas (1934 – 2020) / Jean Ferrat (1930 - 2010) Mon marmouset, mon nouveau-né, Tu mériterais qu'on te gronde Tu brailles comme un forcené, T'as pas l'air content d'être au monde T'as le minois tout chiffonné, Pourtant, tu devrais rire aux anges Avec ton lange enfariné Pour engraisser monsieur Morhange* (Refrain) Fais dodo, Colas mon petit frère,** Fais dodo, mon petit loupiot Si tu savais combien qu'c'est doux De vivre et pis comment qu'c'est rose Tu boirais ton biberon d'un coup Pour engraisser monsieur Guigoz* Car si tu bois bien ton lolo, Si tu veux la mettre en sourdine On te paiera bientôt des petits pots Pour engraisser monsieur Blédine* On fera ton éducation, Ça m'étonnerait pas qu'on t'achète Les mémoires du roi des cons Pour engraisser monsieur Hachette* T'auras pas le phylloxéra, Grâce aux vaccins systématiques Pour engraisser les scélérats De l'industrie pharmaceutique T'auras plus tard ta limousine Pour engraisser monsieur Peugeot* Alors t'achèteras d' la benzine Pour engraisser monsieur Esso* T'auras ton coin de serpolet, On t'y permettra des culbutes Avec ta tente et ton duvet Pour engraisser monsieur La Hutte* T'auras beau crier "Les fachos Et les canons, c'est dégueulasse !" Un jour, c'est pas du gibier d'eau Qu'on te dira de prendre en chasse Tu f'ras la guerre à ceux d'en face, Vous vous offrirez des pruneaux Pour engraisser monsieur Douglas*, Pour engraisser monsieur Dassault*

LULLABY FOR A LITTLE KID My little young'un, my newborn, You'd deserve to be scolded You're bawling like a madman, You don't seem happy to be born Your face is all crumpled, Though, you should be laughing blissfully With your powdered (lit. floured) diaper To enrich Mr. Morhange (Chorus) Go to sleep, Colas my little brother, Go to sleep, my little kid If you knew how sweet it is To live and also how rosy it is You'd drink your bottle in one go To enrich Mr. Guigoz Because if you drink your milkies well, If you want to tone it down They'll soon buy you baby food jars To enrich Mr. Blédine They'll educate you, I wouldn't be surprised if they bought you The memoirs of the king of jerks/morons/assholes… To enrich Mr. Hachette You won't have phylloxera, Thanks to systematic vaccinations To enrich the scoundrels From Big Pharma (lit. the pharmaceutical industry) Later you'll have your limousine*** To enrich Mr. Peugeot Then you'll buy gasoline To enrich Mr. Esso You'll have your corner of wild thyme, There you'll be allowed to frolic around/do hanky panky With your tent and your sleeping bag To enrich Mr. La Hutte You may well shout "Fascists And cannons, they're disgusting!" One day, it's not waterfowl That you'll be told to chase You'll wage war on those opposite, You'll exchange prunes (= bullets) as presents To enrich Mr. Douglas, To enrich Mr. Dassault

*All these names refer to trade brands, be them actual men's name or not (there was/is no Mr. La Hutte or Mr. Esso). More about these brands on Lyrics Translate notes below the lyrics and translation.
Also note that "engraisser" literally means "to fatten".
**"Fais dodo, Colas mon p'tit frère" is the title and first line of France most well-known lullaby.
*** "Limousine" doesn't refer to a limo but a large family car (like this)

1976 live rendition by Jean Ferrat

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 14 Oct 24 - 02:37 PM

LO CASTÈU DE PERPINHAN (Occitan - Provençal) Au camin de Perpinhan (x2) Cu l'i perde, cu l'i ganha, Tra de ran la, de ran la, lo gue! Cu l'i perde, cu l'i ganha. Ieu l'i_ai jamai rèn ganhat Que l'i_ai perdut ma companha… La siáu anada cercar Au plus aut de la montanha Mai ieu, l'i_ai rèn rescontrat Qu'un castèu cubèrt de sanha L'i_aviá tres damas dedins Totei tres s'apèlan Joana M'an convidat de sopar E de cochar dins sa chambra De sopar, si soparai De cochar me n'en chau gaire Cocharai au pè dau fuec Sus un paqueton de palha Quand ne'n ven la mieja-nuech Lo fuec s'es mes a la palha; Oh, servanta, leva-te Vese lo soleu que raia! Non, ne'n es pas lo soleu Que treluse dins la sala Es leis braias dau galant Que flamián ambe la palha Oh servanta, cocha-te Laissa flamiar çò que flamba S'aguèsse cochat 'me ieu Auriá pas brutlat sei braias! Ata, pèr ma fistra, non Amo mai anar sens braias! Que maugrabieu, lo fotrau! Qu'ama mai anar sens braias

THE CASTLE OF PERPINHAN On Perpinhan way/road, He who loses there, he who wins there Tran de ran la, de ran la, lo gue! He who loses there, he who wins there. I never won anything there I lost my companion I went to look for her At the top of the mountain But I didn't find anything But a castle roofed with reeds There were three ladies inside, All three called Joan They invited me to dine And to sleep in their bedroom To dine, yes, I will, To sleep, I don't care much, I'll sleep by the fireplace On a bunch of straw When midnight came The straw was set on fire Oh, servant, get up, I see the sun shine No, it's not the sun That shines in the room It's the young man's breeches That blaze with the straw Oh, servant, stay in bed Let what blazes blaze If he'd slept with me He wouldn't have burned his breeches! Really, my word, no! I'd rather go without breeches! The plague on the idiot Who prefers to go without breeches

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 19 Oct 24 - 10:36 AM

On Monday David sang...

LE CAPITAINE DE SAINT-MALO (French) Le capitaine de Saint-Malo Ali alo Qui fait la pêche aux cachalots Ali ali, ali alo, Ali alo Il donne la goutte à ses matelots Ali alo À grands coups de barre de guindeau Ali ali, ali alo, Ali alo Il mange la viande, nous laisse les os Ali alo Il boit du vin et nous de l'eau Ali ali, ali alo, Ali alo Et son second, qui est un salaud Ali alo Il fume le cigare et nous laisse les mégots Ali ali, ali alo, Ali alo Il a trois filles qui font la peau Ali alo À Nantes, au Havre et à Frisco Ali ali, ali alo, Ali alo À la manœuvre le bosco Ali alo Te dresse à coups de cabillot! Ali ali, ali alo, Ali alo Le lieutenant t'envoie là-haut Ali alo À coups de bottes dans le dos Ali ali, ali alo, Ali alo Et le second qui est le plus beau Ali alo Si tu groumes, te fout à l’eau Ali ali, ali alo, Ali alo (Repeat first verse. … ho!)

THE CAPTAIN OF SAINT-MALO The Captain of Saint-Malo Ali alo Who fishes sperm whales, Ali ali, ali alo, Ali alo He gives brandy to his sailors Ali alo With great strokes of windlass bar Ali ali, ali alo, Ali alo He eats the meat, leaves us the bones Ali alo He drinks wine and we (drink) water Ali ali, ali alo, Ali alo And his second, who is a bastard Ali alo Smokes cigars and leaves us the butts Ali ali, ali alo, Ali alo He has three girls who whore Ali alo In Nantes, Le Havre and Frisco Ali ali, ali alo, Ali alo When maneuvering, the boatswain Ali alo Trains you hitting you with a belaying pin! Ali ali, ali alo, Ali alo The lieutenant sends you up there Ali alo With kicks in the back Ali ali, ali alo, Ali alo And the second who is the most handsome Ali alo If you grumble, he throws you in the water Ali ali, ali alo, Ali alo (Repeat first verse. … ho!)

Recording by Chœur Montjoie Saint-Denis
Live rendition by the Tri Yann and Les Marins d'Iroise-The beginning is missing. It's a quite bawdy one. The lyrics are on this Mudcat post from May 2001.
Le capitaine de Saint-Malo YouTube page

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 21 Oct 24 - 02:28 PM

ET LE PREMIER, C'EST UN MARIN (French) Et le premier, c’est un marin, Et le premier, c’est un marin, Il a toujours l' verre en main, la bouteille sur la table, Jamais il n’aura ma main pour être misérable. Et le deuxième, c’est un barbu, Et le deuxième, c’est un barbu, Il est barbu par devant et barbu par derrière, Jamais il n’aura ma main, barbu de cette manière. Et le troisième, c’est un bossu, Et le troisième, c’est un bossu, Il est bossu par devant et bossu par derrière, Jamais il n’aura ma main, bossu de cette manière. Le quatrième, c’est un boiteux, Le quatrième, c’est un boiteux, Quand j’ le vois venir de loin avec sa p’tite jambe courte, Jamais il n’aura ma main, sa démarche me dégoute Et le cinquième, c’est un sonneur, Et le cinquième, c’est un sonneur, C’est lui qui aura ma main, mon cœur et ma boutique, Nous irons par les chemins en jouant d' la musique.

AND THE FIRST ONE IS A SAILOR And the first one is a sailor, And the first one is a sailor, He always has a glass in his hand, the bottle on the table, He'll never have my hand to be miserable. And the second is a bearded man, And the second is a bearded man, He's bearded on the front and bearded on the back, He'll never have my hand, bearded like that. And the third is a hunchback, And the third is a hunchback, He's hunchbacked from the front and hunchbacked from the back, He'll never have my hand, hunchbacked like that And the fourth, he's a lame man, And the fourth, he's a lame man, When I see him coming from afar with his short little leg, He'll never have my hand, his gait disgusts me And the fifth, he's a "sonneur" (Breton trad music player), And the fifth, he's a "sonneur", He'll have my hand, my heart and my store, We'll go down the roads playing music.

Live rendition by Guillaume Yaouank with the Nordet group and as guest the Bagad of Lorient. Sunday August 18, 2024. Closing of the Lorient Interceltic Festival. (The first verse is missing)
Recording by Mikaël Yaouank
Recording by Les Tribordais
"Et le premier, c'est un marin YouTube page

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 04 Nov 24 - 02:26 PM

LO FANTAUME PELLEGRIN (Occitan - Nissart [Nice dialect]) Quora la nuèch es negra e longa E s’àude au luen, e s’àude au luen soufflà lo vent, Se un crit, un plour que si prolonga, Lo cuor vou glaça d’espavent ; Non v’arrestés en la montagna, De maïon cercas lo camin, |:Qu’es la terrour de la montagna, Es lo fantaume, lo fantaume Pellegrin ! :| Lo veires fà de cambarota Soubre lu pin, soubre lu pin de la foré, Dei roc s’en faire de pelota E lu v’abrivà per darrié ! D’autri fes, quora lo tron peta, Su li nebla, au gros dou bousin, |:Scriéu emb’au fuec de li saèta : "Siéu lo lo fantaume, lo fantaume Pellegrin !":| Berta, la nobla domaïsela Dou buon signour, dou buon signour de Casternou, Filha ben sagia e touplen bella, Per l’avé vist, mouré d’un còu ! Despi, su l’arida montagna, Plu de maïon, ni gran, ni vin ; |:Ma courre un’ombra en li baragna, Es lo lo fantaume, lo fantaume Pellegrin !:| Se l’average si deguola, Se la gragnola, la gragnola pista tout, O se la mula fa la fuola E dei plantun mangia lu brout, S’ai enfan li ven la magagna E se la frema fa de trin, |:Es la terrour de la montagna, Es lo lo fantaume, lo fantaume Pellegrin !:|

THE GHOST PELLEGRIN When the night is dark and long And the wind can be heard in the distance, and can be heard in the distance, If [because of] a cry, a cry that goes on and on, Your heart freezes with fear; Do not stop in the mountains, Look for the way home, |:How terrifying the mountains are, It is the ghost, the ghost Pellégrin!:| You will see him do somersaults On the pines, on the pines of the forest, [You'll see him] make rocks into balls And throw them vividly at you from behind! Other times, when thunder rumbles, On the clouds, at the loudest of the racket, |:He writes with the fire of lightning: "I am the ghost, the ghost Pellégrin!":| Berthe, the noble young lady Of the good lord, of the good lord of Châteauneuf [-de-Contes], A very well-behaved and very beautiful girl, For having seen him, died suddenly! Since then, on the arid mountain, No more house, nor wheat, nor wine; |:But a shadow runs in the bushes, It's the ghost, the ghost Pellégrin!":| If your herd tumbles down [into the valley], If the hail, the hail crushes everything, Or if your mule acts crazy And eats the [young] shoots of the plants, If your children are afflicted with mischief/roguishness And if your wife makes a scene, |:It's the terror of the mountain, It's the ghost, the ghost Pellégrin!":|

*"magagna" can be either of these words. The band "La Ciamada Nissarda" recorded a version with "cagagna" instead = If the/your children get the runs"

Recording by La Ciamada Nissarda (= "The Dawn Serenade from Nice")
I found the lyrics on Musique Traditionnelle du Comté de Nice

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